its this elusive question that has popped up in my mind
i hate to face the possibility of it existing, all the more having to face it...
its true, isnt it?
only you can feel the rain on your skin
noone else can feel it for you
only you can let it in
noone else can speak the words on ur lips
today is where ur book begins
the rest is still unwritten
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